A Thousand Miles

Vast and awful, the night hardens between us. I dig deep, pulling up lines, to cleave through a thousand miles. Ghosts of shattered memory rise and pour through me like a river, of all the days of my life I knew you here beside me. Stretching rainy riversides; from Daniel Street to Dublin; watching me from the edge of the light; to the streets and parks of London. A cry in an empty room; a run down an open hill; a spirit that defies every ill; and I loved you for that. And in the sweeping tide of time, with the surging bank of despair, I’d hear the voice of your eyes in the knowing silence. And that alone would make me smile. I carried more than your love – that’s not what I was wary of; I could live with any amount if I could learn to live with myself. Love, what have I become? Did I pass through your life blindly? Outside, black ribbons of rain fall like an answer.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025